we the fucking best (feat. d$hip)

Got iso-ed out of my group Stick out my head, just like I am Roop People be real-i-king and they the dupe Think they the biggest still fit in chute So, calm down, don't think you'll really shoot I am the one-er, you can't be too While I'm out one-ing, go do your 2's We number one (We are the what) We are the ones (What are we not) Caught on our ones (What are we not) Calling for fun (We are the what?) We number one (We are the what) We are the ones (What are we not) Caught on our ones (What are we not) Calling for f- Number one fuckers Uh Life is a bitch, but we keep on living Better tie them laces for you keep on tripping Got a cup full of blessings Ima' keep on sipping I feel like All these people fake, Man they ain't right Looking past the ceiling, I see heights I don't wanna hear yo advice Nigga If Global warming real my flow is what causing it I be fucking the world no I ain't pausing it My swagger be tighter than Sodimey Honestly, I don't think nobody fly as me I'm the plaque building in yo arteries How I kill em dead using black artistry G.O.A.T bitch I gotta be follow me Working hard I don't feed the lottery Got iso-ed out of my group Stick out my head, just like I am Roop People be real-i-king and they the dupe Think they the biggest still fit in chute So, calm down, don't think you'll really shoot I am the one-er, you can't be too While I'm out one-ing, go do your 2's We number one We are the ones Caught on our ones Calling for fun We number one We are the ones Caught on our ones Calling for fun Gingers really came at this shit Mad at me and they're hating a bitch Ain't B'ed up for about 4 months And still Say C was making a pitch Clothes style changed see me I'm sagging I want that, well shit I'll have it Love my boys, these days I'll have em I'm talking about friends bitch I ain't a (What the f*ck) Thought I Was Dead? Well, you're so wrong Never thought I'd reply in a song What typa shit are these nerds on Root of my problems like surd sums And I'm better than that, step up on these bitches Long side J or Che or Stitches If you want a baked boy my rooms my kitchen Lacoste on the belt like a 4th dimension I'm JDS from start up Kill these bitches they need a martyr Shit haircut means I ain't charter I'm the best rapper in Cambs in winter I'm the best rapper in Cambs with splinters Maybe not best in the 10's I sure know where the line is pull up the filter Off the bitches wearing the makeup I don't shoot my shot bitch I ain't a Laker If I did shoot best know I'm a maker I'm the best with pen and the paper Cass TG is a ghost for real Made 200 ain't close a mil Red eyes blue veins he chose a pill She wanted my pickle but ain't mean a Look I'm looking too nice, see Guys see me and say, your looking nice C Might be me that ain't say it lightly F*ck you If you're tryna hypnotise me If your cock-blocking then you get the prize These bitches leave me bitch deprived Fake boys try and copy my style And you can't be me least he tried Me and T out here we're the guys Shoulder neck up, with a pushed-out breast One line I gotta get off my chest You ain't up Po We are the best We are the best You ain't up Po, yeah We are the best Here's one line I gotta get off my chest You ain't up Po Yeah, we are the best